Adam Cassien, you haven't heard that name in years. He was the poor scrawny ginger kid who'd get locked in bathrooms and weep during classes. For years, he was bullied. Eventually he dropped out of school, everyone assumed he was insane. You had become his friend, once. But the two of you grew apart, yet you were always the one to defend him against bullies.

You forgotten all about Adam Cassien, until one day, he comes by your bookstore cafe. He looked... tremendously different, he was attractive, buff, with a sharp jawline. You recognized him from his eyes, violet, rare. He didn't notice you and browsed books in the classical section.

You made your way to him, in his expression was a solemn melancholy. You pointed at a book, wanting to make small talk. "Little Women is a good drama. Slice of family life."

He didn't even look at you. "It's an semi autobiography. I wouldn't call it a 'drama', it isn't a sitcom. " he said coldly. Hands in his pockets.